Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nauru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Crispian St. Peters to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
cv313,
The Associates,
The Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
Animal Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
Crime,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
10cc,
Bluetip,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
Unrelated Segments,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drexciya,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
Deepchord,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.